Out of mutual respect I took the suitcase.  Miguel had taken my child.

I would be trapped again by the suitcase.  I would become pregnant again, and I would depend on Miguel to take the child away to live with a nice American family again, away from the favelas and drug cartels, and he would reward me with food.

Why do men always prosper from drugs, and women and children suffer?

My handbag hid the gun I had taken while Jose slept, the pig.  I was confident that, one day, Miguel and I would have true mutual respect.

This came from a prompt “suitcase” and was to be under 100 words.  I based this story on an episode of Silk, a UK courtoom drama,


About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.
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